Victoria Beckham's 'Major' Debut

By
Liz Kelly

Victoria Beckham, ready for her California close-up. (AP)

The Victoria Beckham (aka Posh Spice) who asks earthquake specialists if her knickers are showing and half-seriously says "Let me get myself miserable before we go out" is way more likeable than the actual miserable specimen we Yanks have been spoonfed for the past several years courtesy of tabloid pics in which she poses like a severe mannequin at the side of husband David Beckham.

As it turns out, Posh may have been England's best kept secret. After last night's airing of NBC's "Victoria Beckham: Coming to America" special, though, the cat is out of the Prada bag and smoking hot in skintight fuschia spandex, baby -- ready to laugh at her own lame Lionel Richie jokes and unapologetically call Eddie Murphy a naughty censor-worthy name on primetime network TV. She's over the top, sassy and manages to simultaneously poke fun at herself and us for watching without making us feel like dolts who have no better way to pass a Monday night than gawking at celebrities as they go about living life (albeit a made-for-TV facsimile of life).

Even Posh's asides pack a punch. "It's exhausting being fabulous," she says after an impromptu balcony dance while house hunting. "It looked like someone with no taste had come in and thrown up everywhere," she said describing one home. And, where Paris has "hot" Posh has "major." A drunken Beverly Hills' trophy wife doing her impression of a dolphin is "major," as are six-inch pumps and most other things that amuse Mrs. Beckham.